In the quiet moments before dawn’s light, A father rises, strong and steady, Carrying dreams upon his shoulders, Guiding us…
In the quiet of the silent morn, When the world is still and dreams are born, I find a light…
In the gentle morning light, she stands A guardian of dreams, a tender hand Her whispers weave the fabric of…
In the quiet whispers of the dawn, Where dreams and hopes are gently drawn, A parent’s love begins to weave,…
In the gentle embrace of your guiding light, Through whispered wisdom in the quiet night, You mend the broken with…
In the quiet dawn she rises, Her love woven in every task, A gentle strength that never tires, A warmth…
In the garden of my years, he stands tall,With hands that have weathered time’s embrace,His voice, a gentle call,Leading me…
Beneath the shelter of his steady gaze, I find a world where worries cease, In whispered tales of yesterdays, He…
In the soft glow of dawn’s embrace, She weaves dreams with tender grace. Her hands, a gentle lullaby, Cradle hopes…